Remembering Momma
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Rebecca Navarre
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Watching the puddles on
the ground, as the rain comes
pouring down. But, a slight
smile comes to my face, instead
of a frown. As I recall, you, me
and Papa, we were dancing
around. You were singing a song
of raindrops. And there was such
a joyful, peace found. As our three
hearts linked, and became bound.
Bu şiiri puanla
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